Geralt Roger Eric du Haute-Bellegarde

RP blog for Geralt of Rivia avatar by my lovely spouse @poeticposie

[duhautebellegarde]

Hey, I'm Alex and I have no self control. I follow/like and ask from thehighkingofnoldor. This is a blog for Geralt of Rivia - from the books, the Netflix adaptation and Witcher 3 game. I also have a (currently) Tolkien-based multimuse.

Rules:

- you must be at least over 18 to interact/rp with me.

- you must respect that I have limited time (I am a teacher and I tend to fall off the face of the Earth during term time)

- I am happy to ship but first we must establish chemistry (his usual go-tos are Jaskier and Yennefer, potentially Triss but I'm happy to build things). Ideal is a throuple with Jaskier and Yennefer, honestly

On OCs:

As Geralt, as a witcher, is sterile, I am not interested in rp with any children he may have miraculously fathered. I do, however, like the idea of other witchers that he grew up with, aside from Eskel. (Lambert is younger than the two of them, which is why I'm not mentioning him as having grown up with Geralt).

[duhautebellegarde]

“If you want me gone, you’ll have to shove harder than that.” ( @poeticposie - you didn't reblog these prompts but whatever)

Geralt rolled his eyes so hard he believed that it was audible and then gently pushed Jaskier a little further away. The idiot had, once again, gotten himself in hot water and Geralt, as usual, had to save him.

"What I want is for you to get it through your thick skull that you need to be more careful." He retorted with a frown.

@poeticposie

[yenneferblog]

YENNEFER OF VENGERBERG & GERALT OF RIVIA The Witcher: Season 4

[tielmamon]

hand slipped

[geraltgwynbleidd]

Father-daughter bound

[runandhide21]

>> a little bit of sketching VK | Instagram | Telegram

[poeticposie]

"I'm losing control here." - Geralt @duhautebellegarde

"Oh, you're fine. Don't let me stop you!"

Came the frustratingly cheery response, the bard pausing in his frantic note-taking. Seemingly unconcerned by the fact his vivid, gaudy attire and loud scribbling was ostensibly spoiling the Witcher's tracking of... whatever it was he was hunting... Jaskier was instead far more interested in rhyming the word stalk without it being too forced.

A moment of quiet, enough for Geralt to resume scanning the environment before he piped up again.

"My mind has utterly forsaken me- know you any words that rhyme with stalk? That work for this context, I mean?"

@duhautebellegarde

[duhautebellegarde]

Geralt growled with frustration. He tried to steer Jaskier away from coming on this particular job, as he knew that both the bard's loud clothing and his hardly-closed mouth could derail the entire thing but the man insisted that he would be no problem at all. At this stage, really, Geralt knew better. But he couldn't seem to say no when Jaskier stared at him pleadingly.

"Balk," he whispered despite himself. Then, he tore his gaze away from Jaskier and focused his intent. There was a faint scent in the air.

@poeticposie

[poeticposie]

"Perfect!"

Excited scribbling ensued, accompanied by a quiet humming as Jaskier seemingly sought to settle on a melody while teasing out the right lyrics. Ever the multitasker.

"Upon the path he chose to walk, our brave wolf ever refused to balk... all manner of monster or wraith did he stalk- oh bollocks, the addition of walk has fucked that up. Hmm-"

Nearby there was a cracking in the undergrowth, but Jaskier paid it little mind, instead crying out with delighted surprise.

"AH! Upon the path he chose to TREAD- our brave wolf ever refused to balk. All manner of monster and wraith would be dead- once the Witcher began to ... stalk... AH, bugger it. It'll come to me!"

@duhautebellegarde

[duhautebellegarde]

Jaskier was ever so distracting. His melodious voice, while not overly loud, seemed to take over any other noise. Geralt ground his teeth and closed his eyes. He grabbed the belt that crossed his chest on a diagonal and yanked it with one hand, the silver sword jumping out into the other. He grasped the handle and his eyes flew open. The sun was starting to set and it was bright in his eyes so he narrowed his irises. He could smell the monster close by but over the poet's voice, it was difficult to hear it. He clenched his jaw.

[poeticposie]

Jaskier, unconcerned by the monster he himself could neither smell nor hear, continued scribbling and muttering to himself. He wandered a little way off to sit on the nearest log, fussing over the melody and giving up on the lyrics for now.

It was only when a drop of saliva landed on his magenta-clad shoulder that the bard stiffened. 'Fuck. Please be a hand- be Geralt's hand- nope, nope that's slimey... perhaps he spat on me- no... shit. Shit. SHI-'

"GERALT!"

The poet shrieked, voice high-pitched and strangled as he flew backward off the log, a vine wrapped tight around his waist. A blur of rainbow colour suddenly vanishing into the dense forest with a fading scream.

"HEEEeeellllppp!"

@duhautebellegarde

[duhautebellegarde]

Geralt's eyes snapped open and he took off in a run, trying to catch up to the bard and protect him but he was too slow. He grabbed a small vial and downed some Blizzard, which helped enhance his reflexes, then made it for the forest. Around him, he could hear the growling of wolves and the swiftly receding screams of his bard, so he dispatched the animals quickly before sprinting again in the direction that he could hear Jaskier's tenor from.

This was not the first time that the poet was in trouble because he chose to come along on a hunt but Geralt always felt guilty. He didn't want him hurt and, although Dandelion could make his own choices as an adult man, Geralt felt responsible.

After what felt like a long time, he finally managed to catch up to them - Jaskier was wrapped in vines and deposited by a tree and the monster was facing away from the witcher. Soon, however, it turned and Geralt was faced with a leshen. He grasped the handle of his sword confidently and began to fight it as it seemed that Jaskier was better off just staying put where he had been set by the tree-like creature. In the back of his mind, Geralt felt that he was about to get an earful once the monster is felled but he knew best, after all.

@poeticposie

[leneemusing]

for muses that are getting to know each other

❝ what's your favorite color and why? ❞

❝ can i come with you? ❞

❝ you have a nice smile, has anyone ever told you that before? ❞

❝ how do you take your coffee? ❞

❝ sorry, what was your name again? ❞

❝ it just occurred to me i never asked you what your last name is. ❞

❝ actually we've met before. ❞

❝ i've heard a few things about you. ❞

❝ care to join me? ❞

❝ i'm not really sure why i trust you. ❞

❝ i don't usually talk this much, it just feels easy to say stuff when you're listening. ❞

❝ i know we don't know each other that well but if you wanna talk about it... ❞

❝ could you help me with something? ❞

❝ do you like it here? ❞

❝ are you new around here? ❞

❝ you can ask me anything you want. i promise i'll answer truthfully except the things i feel like lying about. ❞

❝ i don't mean to be too forward, you just seem like you could use a friend right now. ❞

❝ you can come with me. i mean if you don't have anyone waiting for you. ❞

❝ we're friends now. you can ask me for help. ❞

❝ do you like this music? i can change it. ❞

❝ what are your favorite snacks? ❞

❝ really? i wouldn't have guessed that about you. ❞

❝ do you mind if i ask about it? ❞

ACTIONS:

VISIT: for sender to go to receiver's home for the first time

VISITED: for receiver to go to sender's home for the first time

CRYING: for sender to see receiver cry for the first time

CRIED: for receiver to see sender cry for the first time

BEGIN: sender and receiver are on their first date together

TRIP: our muses go on a group trip but end up stuck together, away from the rest of their friends.

SITUATION: our muses are acquainted because one of them is their friend's roommate. muse a shows up when their friend isn't there and ends up hanging out with muse b one on one.

GO: our muses go to a zoo or theme park together and get lost.

INVITE: sender cooks for receiver for the first time

INVITED: receiver cooks for sender for the first time

TOGETHER: our muses spend the night for the first time

TRY: our muses hooked up and are hanging out the next day

COMFORT: sender is going through a break up and receiver offers to cheer them up

COMFORTED: receiver is going through a break up and sender offers to cheer them up

OFFER: sender gives receiver a ride to the airport/picks them up

OFERED: receiver gives sender a ride to the airport/picks them up

AID: sender helps receiver redecorate

AIDING: receiver helps sender redecorate

[bonesbunns]

By the coast

[duhautebellegarde]

Jaskier presents Geralt with a finely made tunic, seemingly one built for purpose as well as appearance. "Needn't look like a poverty-stricken ruffian to be protected, Geralt! Happy Solstice."

Geralt looked up from where he had been oiling one of his swords. The blade shone in the light from the fire, the crackling of the wood a welcome sound. In the distance, he could hear Lambert bemoaning having to fix up the roof and Eskel chuckling. Elsewhere, Vesemir was busying himself with making potions and restocking what ingredients he could.

This was the first time that Geralt had finally decided to take Jaskier to the keep. He spent many years denying the bard, knowing that he wouldn't hear the end of how cold it was and how they could all be warm in a cosy inn but their relationship had now developed in a manner that Geralt hadn't expected previously, which meant that he felt that he was ready to listen to the younger man's complaints.

Upon seeing the tunic, his expression morphed from that of pure focus to a small smile - while it was more ornate than Geralt would have chosen himself, it seemed to also be more armour than a shirt, showing that the bard had actually gone to an armourer and not a tailor. Geralt appreciated that a lot.

He settled the sword on the cloth that was laying in front of him and got up, grabbed the tunic and inspected it.

"Thank you." He said, his voice quiet but sincere. He placed the gift on a nearby table, careful to ensure that it was all laying flat, then walked to a chest and withdrew two bottles from within. Then, he returned to Jaskier and presented him with the bottles - both Fiorano, Jaskier's favourite. "Happy Solstice, Jaskier."

@poeticposie

[poeticposie]

Been designing keychains! Only received one physically thus far but they have been great fun to design!!

They can be found (and purchased) here: TobysTrinkets - Etsy UK

[poeticposie]

"I'm losing control here." - Geralt @duhautebellegarde

"Oh, you're fine. Don't let me stop you!"

Came the frustratingly cheery response, the bard pausing in his frantic note-taking. Seemingly unconcerned by the fact his vivid, gaudy attire and loud scribbling was ostensibly spoiling the Witcher's tracking of... whatever it was he was hunting... Jaskier was instead far more interested in rhyming the word stalk without it being too forced.

A moment of quiet, enough for Geralt to resume scanning the environment before he piped up again.

"My mind has utterly forsaken me- know you any words that rhyme with stalk? That work for this context, I mean?"

@duhautebellegarde

[duhautebellegarde]

Geralt growled with frustration. He tried to steer Jaskier away from coming on this particular job, as he knew that both the bard's loud clothing and his hardly-closed mouth could derail the entire thing but the man insisted that he would be no problem at all. At this stage, really, Geralt knew better. But he couldn't seem to say no when Jaskier stared at him pleadingly.

"Balk," he whispered despite himself. Then, he tore his gaze away from Jaskier and focused his intent. There was a faint scent in the air.

@poeticposie

[poeticposie]

"Perfect!"

Excited scribbling ensued, accompanied by a quiet humming as Jaskier seemingly sought to settle on a melody while teasing out the right lyrics. Ever the multitasker.

"Upon the path he chose to walk, our brave wolf ever refused to balk... all manner of monster or wraith did he stalk- oh bollocks, the addition of walk has fucked that up. Hmm-"

Nearby there was a cracking in the undergrowth, but Jaskier paid it little mind, instead crying out with delighted surprise.

"AH! Upon the path he chose to TREAD- our brave wolf ever refused to balk. All manner of monster and wraith would be dead- once the Witcher began to ... stalk... AH, bugger it. It'll come to me!"

@duhautebellegarde

[duhautebellegarde]

Jaskier was ever so distracting. His melodious voice, while not overly loud, seemed to take over any other noise. Geralt ground his teeth and closed his eyes. He grabbed the belt that crossed his chest on a diagonal and yanked it with one hand, the silver sword jumping out into the other. He grasped the handle and his eyes flew open. The sun was starting to set and it was bright in his eyes so he narrowed his irises. He could smell the monster close by but over the poet's voice, it was difficult to hear it. He clenched his jaw.

[promisesofstone]

Finally managed to depict my Jaskier. I adore him, he is ridiculous.

Outfit colour inspiration from v0dkin

[poeticposie]

"I'm losing control here." - Geralt @duhautebellegarde

"Oh, you're fine. Don't let me stop you!"

Came the frustratingly cheery response, the bard pausing in his frantic note-taking. Seemingly unconcerned by the fact his vivid, gaudy attire and loud scribbling was ostensibly spoiling the Witcher's tracking of... whatever it was he was hunting... Jaskier was instead far more interested in rhyming the word stalk without it being too forced.

A moment of quiet, enough for Geralt to resume scanning the environment before he piped up again.

"My mind has utterly forsaken me- know you any words that rhyme with stalk? That work for this context, I mean?"

@duhautebellegarde

[duhautebellegarde]

Geralt growled with frustration. He tried to steer Jaskier away from coming on this particular job, as he knew that both the bard's loud clothing and his hardly-closed mouth could derail the entire thing but the man insisted that he would be no problem at all. At this stage, really, Geralt knew better. But he couldn't seem to say no when Jaskier stared at him pleadingly.

"Balk," he whispered despite himself. Then, he tore his gaze away from Jaskier and focused his intent. There was a faint scent in the air.

@poeticposie